Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

All the way to motherfuckin'
upto Tennessee
To Texas
To North Carolina
Yeah, South Carolina
Yeah, deep down, gritty
Funk for funkin' ass, nigga
Ha ha, walkin' motherfuckers

Yo, guess 'bout to stomp tonight?
Three seniors, rockin' the mic, catchin'
So charge us what whatever you feel
Balls of steel, clappin' those with rap
hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ
Battle 'bout, your ass out
So who's dropping on what day? My click's the greatest
Chill or feel the effect of

Shit shuts when the squad's around
It gets thinner, hexed like white man from town
Three the way can't be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help N.A.S.A.
I'm what they call, a legend, sha pow
what they call, a Mac-11, sha pow
There's two on the way down, blaow
Here's two more, blaow nigga

Is y'all down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

I got the down funk when I clown out punk ass
Police call dogs and sound off pumps
I your Blaupunkt's if you thump my tape
Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff Riker's Isle bunks
Get out your seat, E, spit out the
The tracks underground concrete out the streets
From baldies to fades, when I M.C.'s
more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends barefooted
Off my rhyme don't cook it
You fall in to intervene and New Jacks
And they girl pookie and that, prom queen
That body bag won't fit you
You wanna up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to hand my cripple your click in a fight
Take my way down south and triple the price

up on the scene like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah"
Before you cock-tease Doc, how that put up?
And way I stop til your click say when
They had enough, 'cause I could to six A.M.

Is y'all down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

My life is a rap, each is a flashback
Of antagonizing anxiety
The hits the ground and the earth cracks
Niggaz be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we
With rhythmatic articulation,
Sick manifestations, pump in your face then
The lyrical force I put in a rhyme
Will hit you with more than a molecule enzyme

No who, what, when, where, how, I'll lay you down
With a sick illed out style
Yo, we all represent the hood, the only
Between us is that we make shit look good
Programmable slammable
You as a rock and I cram to understand you
So for niggaz on a mission ass and dissin'
We get even an ambidextrous, man listen

Is niggaz down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

Is y'all niggaz down to
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)